*Accepted*Application - Lak'Zal

[LakZal]

Basic Information

Your Name or Alias:
Lak'Zal/Cedojr

Your Age:
18

Your Location:
England

Tell us a little bit about yourself:
I'm an active nerd, I'm a friendly Englishman most of the time (shocker) and I try to refrain from insulting people too much.

Your Character

Character Name:
Lak'Zal

Character Class and Spec:
Restoration Shaman (Witch Doctor)

Character Professions:
Herbalism and Alchemy

Character Background:
Comes from a line of Frostmane Trolls, Lak'Zal is an old witch doctor of the Frostmane Tribe, recently starting to go blind, has a son and a daughter; Mezil'Zal and Alunja'Zal.

Your WoW History
Used to be on an RP realm and transferred over a few months ago, since I transferred I've been in two guilds on the Alliance: Kingdom of Arathor and The Fordragon Company.

Your previous guilds and why you left them:
Kingdom of Arathor; left because the RP began to develop into something I didn't approve of, they started to lore-rape a lot and I didn't want my name to be put with that guild.

Your responsibilities in previous guilds:
I was a Lieutenant/Warden of Arathor (officer). I was the right hand of the warlord and carried out most of the duties and had control of the prison and kept record of all that went in and out.

Frostmane Hold

Why have you chosen to apply:
I saw the recruitment thread on the Defias Forum and it sounded like a guild with a lot of potential and it sounded like a really good idea.

What can we offer you as a guild:
New, interesting roleplay and a new set of people to roleplay with.

What can you offer us:
Another troll to join your tribe and someone who is willing to Roleplay a healer and for once, a friendly Englishman.

Did you read and accept the Rules and codes of conduct thread?
Yes.

[LakZal]

P.S. Tell me if you'd like a longer background story and I'll post one, but mine isn't one of those "my parents were killed by bandits and I went out looking for vengeance then followed the path of yada yada" stories, it's more of a "I'm a Frostmane troll, my parents were frostmanes trolls, my children were frostmane trolls, etc."

[ozena]

Hello Lak'Zal and thank you for applying!

I (and the rest of the trolls lurking around here) would definitely like to see a longer background story as the one in your application is a bit on the short side and really doesn't tell much about your troll.

[LakZal]

Alright, here is my second attempt at Lak'Zal's background story:

Snow fell outside a rocky cave of Dun Morogh as the cries of baby and mother alike were heard, followed by a yell of "Shut up, runt!" Inside the cave, there was a troll woman lying on her back, firmly clasping a new-born in her arms, teal skin and strands of white hair, just like most of the trolls in the cave. The angry father wrestled the child from the mother's arms and looked as though he was about to hit it, the child looked slim and fragile while the father was burly and strong. The child kept crying as his father raised a hand to smack the child, a large smack was heard but the child remained unharmed, the father has a red hand mark on his face, the mother standing weakly with her hand raised.

Troll onlookers outside the cave heard a fierce yell from a troll berserker and saw two trolls, a grown woman and a newborn baby, get tossed out of the cave, the baby began to bawl again as the cold hit it fully for the first time. The woman and her child found shelter under a nearby rock to cover for the night. The child, whom she had decided to name "Lak'Zal", slept soundly that night, undisturbed by the bangs, bumps and disturbances of the troll camp during the night.

Years pass and the child kept his slender, fragile body while most other trolls began to develop muscle and started to handle weapons already. Lak'Zal seemed to prefer learning about the world, the Loa and these odd race that he had heard whispers of, the race bearing the name of "Dwarves". There were few women in the tribe at this time so all of Lak'Zal's siblings were only half-siblings, his father's children all being illegitimate. His own mother was still alive during these years, accepting Lak'Zal for who he was and, unlike his father, not wanting him to be the usual burly troll berserker. Lak'Zal spent more time with his mother than any other troll in the tribe.

One more year passed and something happened to change Lak'Zal again. He and his mother went out for a wander through a cave. They got to the end and a dwarven cannon went off, hitting the top of the cave and causing a cave-in. Lak'Zal and his mother ran as fast as they could, and though Lak'Zal's mother was faster than him, only he made it out, his mother had grabbed him and thrown him out of the cave, she was crushed by the falling rocks herself. Lak'Zal waited outside that cave all night as the snow fell and more blasts went off from these dwarven "rifles" and cries of wolves, snow leopards boars and bears were heard from afar. Lak'Zal grew in rage as the night passed, hearing these cries of pain, each cry seeming to him worse than the last. It made him think; "If only i could stop this death from happening...If only I could heal their wounds"

Lak'Zal made it his life's work from that day to find a way of healing the wounded and stopping the dying from reaching their fate. Years passed with no resolve, Lak'Zal didn't give up, he carried on, asking troll after troll if they had heard of such arts, most berserkers replied with "Heal the dying? Why would you want to do that?" Even his father would not help him, replying with; "Out of my sight, runt" Lak'Zal reached his late teens before he finally came across a troll "Witch Doctor", this troll claimed that he could heal the wounded, treat the sick and had a cure for all ills. Lak'Zal followed the path of the Witch Doctor, worshipping the Loa "Vrakun" and learning to pick and mix herbs to make effective "potions". Two years later Lak'Zal took his rite into adulthood.

The rite came and Lak'Zal had no idea what was in store for him, he was not a warrior like others but now an apprentice Witch Doctor which had grown in number but were still few. His father came up to him with a huge sword, Lak'Zal had never seen a blade of such size, his father slashed him across the chest with it and gave him one simple command "Don't die". Lak'Zal felt pain and shock surge through him like a bolt of lightning and could feel the blood flowing out from his chest, there were trolls watching him, doing nothing to help him, none even showing concern. Behind the head of his father he saw something that made him freeze, he saw a vision of his mother by his shoulder. This sight soothed him, made him feel in a little less pain. His mother mouthed the words of his father "Don't die". With shaky hands, Lak'Zal grabbed his bandages from a pouch next to him and wrapped them around the wound before splashing a potion over them. He felt even more pain surge through his chest as this potion took effect, the signal that he knew it had worked. He felt faint, dizzy. He called to Vrakun for aid and felt his hands tingle, he placed his glowing green hands to his chest and the wound thinned, leaving a scar instead of a gouge. He had passed his rite and went to his father's cave, collapsing onto the nearest patch of snow.

He woke up the next day to see his father staring down at him, he grunted "Good work, runt, you're an adult now, so get the hell outta my cave." Lak'Zal snarled and gave his father a quick glare before departing from the cave. He now had duties to the tribe to tend to the wounded and the sick, he shared residence with one of his half-brothers and in return, gave him priority of healing over the rest of the tribe bar the chieftain, though he was not trusted enough to heal the chieftain at this age. He carried out his duties and kept to himself a lot, only conversing with people when he had to.

Many years passed and he became more confident within the tribe, yet became more and more like his father, disregarding other trolls' well-being. He was required to mate to keep his line going so he was set with a mate that was more burly than most, that being rare in these times. He mated with this troll which bore his first son, Mezil'Zal. The mother died at birth and Lak'Zal coldly pried his son from the troll's hands. This troll was unlike Lak'Zal, it being of a burlier build from birth rather than Lak'Zal's slender, fragile build that he has retained throughout his life, this troll has grown up to be a fighter within the Frostmanes, not following in his father's path.

One more year passed and Lak'Zal was made to mate again, this troll being of a more slender build like himself, he had hoped for a son to carry on in his Witch Doctor name but was given a daughter who excelled in speed and agility, spying on people and lurking in the shadows, he named this daughter "Alunja'Zal".

Many years passed and Lak'Zal's hair grew long and ever whiter, his vision began to fade and his skin started to seep and become wrinkly. His vision is not completely lost but is weaker than that of most. He has come to use a staff to help him walk and his son, Mezil'Zal helps him with his alchemy, helping him find his ingredients and read labels on bottles. He has become a fully fledged Witch Doctor and specialises in the healing arts, his son aspiring to be a berserker and his daughter becoming a scout with a past of thievery from the dwarves.

(Hope it's long enough this time I didn't put in much about the son and daughter because they have the stories in their own applications)

[The Primal]

Hello again, Lak!

Thanks for the added background and for the enthusiasm you peeps seem to have! This application looks good to me and I'm happy that you have clearly absorbed what we discussed last night. I also checked on who-you-be and got a positive word from a friend who remembers you from your arathor times.

I'm also kinda happy that you applied as a family so you can forge a real bond between your characters and add to the "family" feel that we have in here. I expect that once you have read more of our lore (that I am constantly developing with my lovely officer, miss Shyrendora) you can put the last pieces together but I am not worried in the least. What can I say?

A yes from myself and miss Ozena-


And like I told your friend, some patience is required now due to me not being at home at the moment and my officer having trouble with her account. These are obstacles we can live with, so the same instructions to you as to him:

When you have registered and an admin has accepted you on the forums, please read the following threads:

in General Board (sticky posts)
-New member? Please read this!
-Enter the storyteller!

in Lore Board (sticky posts)
-Your quick memo to the Loa
-The Loa
Also, read everything else in case you have time. It helps you to understand the Frostmane lore and religion and thus, adds to your RP.

And finally, on Role-Playing Board (sticky post)
-The Hold: On How Master Varjin fell, which explains on how Zorita became the tribe's leader.


And let's hope you still like us after this force-feeding

Welcome! Stay a while, stay forever!

//Zorita

[The Primal]

Oh, yes-

Please ask Zorita for your guild invite.

Just woke up so...!